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[gertritude-art]

deltarune chapter 7 theory (real)

[moggettt]

I used to think it would take a monster to put someone in a place like that office. Especially if the person was himself. But we're not monsters, Mark. Not real ones.

[tomiyeee]

[kori-senpai]

Netflix took down Voltron and managed to revive the klance nation with it, good job

[aveloka-draws]

hey red crown show me your sharp teeth and forked tongue

It was funnier in my head, oh well

[f0x-gl0ves]

On that cowboy shit again (pls click for better resolution probably ♡)

[gravygranola]

will they. will they kiss about it

[scribbledswans]

cannot stop thinking ever

[welcometogrouchland]

Extremely bad batgirls comic I made featuring Steph's sex life and Cass' ability to read everything but the room

[ratxiety]

[cloudcrest]

i am capable of one thing only (pokemon au of things i like)

the ofa equivalent is eevee’s special z move lol

[lythecreatorart]

Bow down to the Red King

This is for me and me alone-

[fluffyfish000]

pining <3 ft. jason todd

The lights from Gotham's towering skyscrapers crept through the Jason's open window as his frayed combat boots hit the floor with a grunt. Blood and Gotham's endless muck clung to the worn soles, his gun shining in the dark before he sets it on the counter, ripping off his helmet, sweat-damp dark strands sticking up wildly. Long patrol. Long day. Long life.

And of course, now was the time that you decided to climb in the open window after him, grinning crookedly as you twist your body through the frame. "Ever heard of a door?" Jason grumbles, not even bothering to turn around. He already knows it's you. No one else has the sheer audacity to sneak into the Red Hood's safehouse at this time of night.

"You wouldn't have let me in," you shoot back as you straighten, idly stretching. You saunter over to him, standing beside him on the counter and nudging him with your elbow. He hisses as you accidentally brush against a bruise. "Sorry," you say, retracting your arm, then look at him curiously. "What's up? You'd usually snap at me for that."

"I'm not in the mood tonight," he snaps, foot tapping, tone tense and body jittery. The Joker nearly got out of Arkham (again) and even if he's back in the hellhole, Jason's still on edge. He's always on edge.

You hum in acknowledgment, leaning forward on the counter. Then, in a rush of courage that definitely is too forward considering the stage your.. friendship? is at, reach for his hand. He stiffens as your fingers intertwine with his own calloused, scarred ones, turning his head, a considering look in his green eyes. Then he relaxes minutely, infinitesimally, but it's there. And that's more than you've got from him in a long, long time.

The two of you stay like that for a while, basking in the comfortable silence, heavy with unspoken words, your hands joined together, his gripping yours like a lifeline. He watches as you finally leave, crawling out his window with a cheeky grin and salute. He scoffs outwardly, but he can't help huffing out a laugh through his nose, the corner of his mouth quirking up as you leave. His heart feels strangely lighter than it did before you came.

Ah shit. This is gonna be a problem, isn't it?

[rna-world]

I'm not sure what I meant by this

[kiwinatorwaffles]

various tf2 doodles from the past three months

bonus practical espionage shitpost under cut

[mell0w0dyssey]

Doodle dump of horse boy and the Irish menace